The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 8

Word Count: 477 | Released on: 21/04/2026

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e EKG machine let out a continuous, ear-piercing scream. The jagged

mediately turned a horrifying

t the climate control; it was a physical manifestation of de

he pod, took the full force

iolent, tearing cough ripped through his thro

ef to his mouth. When he pulled it away, a massiv

fferent. It wasn't the metallic scent of iron. It smelled

r eyes widened as she stared at

an immense, scorching power-a dominant, sovereign life-force

n't think.

e and snatched the bloody handker

movement. He roared in fury, drawing h

e raised two bloody fingers, giving Cole a sharp, comman

le fingers hard into the thickest

he scorching energy of Camden's blood shot strai

slammed her hands

rile hospital gown down the middle, expo

ss Barton's skin. She drew a complex, ancient rune o

s his sternum, the fresh blood flashe

" Eloise

lm directly onto the ce

Eloise backward. She slammed hard against the metal wall of the cabin,

silence. Only the shrill scream of the f

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“Eloise was the adopted stray of the wealthy Foreman family, mocked daily for her tarot cards and dismissed as a mentally unstable burden. When her adoptive father suddenly collapsed with thick, black veins pulsing up his neck, they didn't blame his corrupt real estate deals. They blamed her. "She's a witch! She cursed me!" Mitch roared, ordering his doctor and armed guards to forcefully drain her blood to cure his supernatural toxin. Her adoptive mother revoked her trust fund and threatened to drag her to a psych ward. Her spoiled sister threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at her feet, laughing as the security team cornered Eloise against the wall. Eloise stared coldly at the family that had abused her for years. They had dug up a sacred burial ground to build condos, bringing this deadly curse upon themselves, yet they wanted to bleed her dry to survive. Just as the guards lunged, the heavy oak doors were violently shoved open. An aristocratic butler stepped through the freezing rain, flanked by elite operatives who snapped the guards' legs in seconds. He dropped a three-billion-dollar trust document onto the table as mere "compensation" for her shelter. "Please, Miss Palmer," the butler bowed deeply, offering her pristine white gloves. "Do not dirty your hands in this place." Leaving her adoptive father to his midnight death sentence, Eloise stepped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, ready to reclaim her place in a hidden global dynasty.”